Responsible Connections

When I was on holiday a while ago, I remember talking to two single girls about being single.  They were talking about missing sex and saying that it was easy for men because we can just go out and engage a prostitute, which is much harder for women, apparently.

It’s an interesting thought when viewed alongside a Foundation for Responsible Robotics’ (FRR) report, published on Wednesday.  The authors believe that sex robots could herald a “revolution” in sex, helping people who would otherwise find it hard to have intimate relationships.

The cases cited are those of the elderly in care homes, victims of sexual assault or those looking for a release of a sexual fantasy that might otherwise not be accessible to them at best, or illegal at worst.

And of course, the responses are centred around objectification.  I gather that most of the robots on the market are based on females representative of the porn industry and read one comment that they would therefore not be representative of other women.  I’m going to guess, though, that the male robots are going to be above averagely endowed.

The case for objectification is highlighted best in a case from Canada where the owner of one child doll shipped from Japan has been charged with possessing child pornography.  It’s the form that matters, rather than what the other party to the act actually is.

This raises questions of sex robots similar to the use of robotics in general to mimic humans.  How life like can they be before a line is crossed?

Which brings me back to the beginning…  The report spoke about robots being good for people who struggle with intimate relationships.  Isn’t the best point of sex the fact that it’s with someone else, and a connection is being made?  Would they be addressing the issue properly, or providing a quick fix of gratification?

Everyone’s afraid of their own life
If you could be anything you want
I bet you’d be disappointed, am I right?
No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you’d wish that they’d just shut up
Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive
No ones gonna play the harp when you die
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime
I’d have half the time, do you mind?
Everyone’s afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you’d be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right? And it’s our lives
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember
We’re alive for the first time
It’s hard to remember were alive for the last time
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember
To live before you die
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
It’s hard to remember, it’s hard to remember:
My mom’s God is a woman and my mom she is a witch
I like this
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself
Why fight this
Everyone’s afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you’d be disappointed, am I right?

Lives by Modest Mouse

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